The Storm That Rages.

April 28, 2011

      Addiction is occasionally analogized to a tornado. No argument here.

    There are people whose lives will never be the same due to the storms that ravaged Alabama and Georgia today. My children were in the path of these storms all day. They are currently in a basement riding out the storm. This is the kind of event for which Dad should be around, or so my thinking was most of the day today. Then it occurred to me that I brought a tornado home in my hip pocket nearly every day for the last two years. And unlike the cosmic roulette wheel a real tornado represents, the tornado I brought home hit home. Every time. Which makes me feel like a real selfish prick.

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